His Forbidden Goddaughter
She said as I rolled my eyes at her.
“Thirty nine is old for you? I think I’m at my primetime.” I told her as I took my seat belt off, before turning to take hers off as well.
I slowly took hers off, making sure that my thumb rubbed over her pebbled nīpples slowly, making her breath hitch. I know I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I kept telling myself that I would be strong enough to fight this lust that I was feeling over my goddaughter, but I couldn’t help wanting a taste. A taste of the forbidden fruit. I needed it desperately and felt that maybe then I could get over whatever this was.